remember when my writings used to be good?
I bet more than half of the reader forgot about this. You don't need to read the first part to understand the story.
I don't really like this chapter so.. here it goes.
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"Dude, stay away from me!" You yelled, your was voice trying to hide the annoyance from Tom as he walked closer to you as you guys walked down the street because your parents suggested that you guys should get to know each other,
"I wasn't even trying to get closer to you. Jeez, I'm just trying to see if there are any places for us to eat." Tom excused, the whole excuse made no sense for you what so ever.
"You live in this generation so just search up something on your phone." You rolled your eyes and walked faster to get away from him.
"Hey, I did nothing to you. I don't get why you hate me so much." Tom said, catching up with you, politely pushing through the people in his way, muttering the word 'sorry'.
"You surely weren't nice when we first met." You said.
"True but still, I wasn't having a good day. and then a few weeks later my life got worse." He glared down at you because of the height difference. You just shook your head and went into a pizza shop, not caring if he wanted to eat pizza or not.
You ordered your usual and sat on one of the tables, waiting for your order. Tom followed your action and sat across from you. You pulled your phone out and started scrolling through Instagram. Once again, Tom copied your action.
In the mean time, you began to stalked your crush on Instagram. You recognize some of the spots in the College and smiled down at your phone, loving the way your crush looked.
When your order came, you stood up to washed your hand. When you came back, Tom was looking at you, catching everyone of your movement.
"You like him?" His eyes darted to your phone on the table.
"Who?" You asked, confused at first. His eyes darted to your phone once more but more obviously. Your eyes widened as you quickly sat down and snatched your phone off the table.
"That's none of your business." You snapped.
"I know, but your sex life would be drier than the Sahara desert if you were with him." Tom said, trying to hide his amusement. Your mouth dropped a bit, surprised at what he said about your crush.
"How would you know?" You squinted your eyes at him slightly.
"I'm friends with the girls he used to be with. Every time somebody broke up with him the first thing they will say is how dry and boring he makes them feel." Tom stiffened a laugh.
"Maybe they were just lying," you reached your hand out for one of the pizza slices, not offering any to Tom and he stared at you. You sat there, eating your pizza and Tom looked at you, having nothing to do.
"Aren't you hungry?" You asked, raising your brows at him. He shook his head, lying in front of you and he swallowed his saliva down his throat.
There were two pizza slices left when you stood up to go and wash your hands again. When you came back one of the pizza slice was gone. You looked around the table trying to find it and then your eyes landed on Tom who smiled at you innocently.
"Your pizza fell on the floor, so I picked it up and put it in the trash." He pointed behind you where the trash was. You squinted your eyes at him suspiciously.
